“She won’t be weaned until winter.” He shuffles his boots. “We can work something out after that.” I gasp. “You won’t sell her?” He shakes his head, frowning. “No way!” I leap up and tackle him in a hug. “Thank you!” “Just this one.” He frames my face with his hands and gives me a stern look. “You can’t save them all.” “I know.” “Stay away from the other calves.” “Okay.” “Don’t even look at them.” I nod my agreement. “You’re a mess.” He swipes a thumb across my cheek. “A beautiful mess.” “Thank you.”
